Holy Primus above. o.o; I've posted the occasional story before, but none of them were ever this popular. I'm told it's because I finally found a winning formula:
Humour + Skywarp = Win.
xD Certainly sounds accurate enough. That said, I edited the first chapter-- only slightly, in that I changed the rule used down at the bottom from the quoted rule from Skippy's List to the rule Soundwave logged in Skywarp's just-begun List. I also edited the story title, because 213 Things Skywarp Is Not Allowed To Do is a mouthful, so now it's just shortened to Skywarp's List.
I adore reviews; especially when they point out things I can fix, or make suggestions for future chapters.
Oh, and since I forgot it last time,
Disclaimer: Do not own.
They'd only been on the Nemesis for one day following their first fight with the Autobots, yet Dead End of the Stunticons was already certain of one thing: the Seekers were the strangest Cybertronians he'd ever met.
"Excuse me?" he said, staring at the particular specimen before him. The black and violet flier huffed indignantly.
"If you're going to be rude, you can ask someone else to show you around the ship," he said. "I'm certainly not required to make sure you know where to get your fuel, or where the wash racks are-"
"Oh, no, it's okay, it's a, er, lovely name, just... unusual," Dead End finished lamely, wondering why he even bothered to placate the Seeker. Knowing his luck, the mech would just lead him around for another half megacycle until it was far too late to attend the meeting Megatron had called for his gestalt, and then he'd wind up deactivated by an irate commander...
The Seeker smiled at him brightly. "Oh, why thank you! It's wonderful to finally meet someone with the good taste to recognize such a beautiful designation when he hears it; the rest of the buffoons on this ship have no class. Did you know, my creator-"
"I don't mean to interrupt, but Megatron really insisted that my gestalt attend that meeting in the control room, and I'm already late..."
The Seeker pouted, and Dead End thought that maybe the flier would be so offended he'd just abandon him here to find the control room himself (which he likely never would, because things never worked out like that), but for once, his luck held out; shrugging, the flier simply turned away, beckoning for Dead End to follow him.
"The control room's right here," he said, gesturing at the door flippantly as they came around a corner. "Enjoy the meeting, and I hope you like your new home!" To Dead End's shock, the Seeker then vanished abruptly, after gracing him with a far-too-bright smile. The Stunticon stared at the now-vacant spot he had just occupied for a long moment, then slowly turned towards the door; he shook his head in disbelief, certain that no one would even believe him when he told them why he was late to the meeting, then stepped forward, the door to the control room sliding open as it sensed his approach.
Sure enough, the first thing that greeted him was Megatron's angry bellow. "Where have you been?!" he demanded furiously. "The meeting began fifteen breems ago!"
"I'm sorry, sir, I was lost, one of your Seekers said he'd bring me here but he just led me all over the ship instead-" Dead End babbled quickly, backing back out of the room again even as Motormaster stood up angrily to defend him.
Strangely enough, the Decepticon commander seemed to accept this answer. Snarling angrily, he then interrogated Dead End: "Which Seeker was this? Starscream? I wouldn't put it past that fool to attempt to annoy me by causing trouble like this..."
"Uh, no, sir... he said his designation was... uh..."
"Oh, spit it out already!" Megatron snapped.
"P... Princess... Peach?"
Megatron and the entire Stunticon gestalt stared at him. Then Wildrider and Drag Strip burst out laughing, and the Decepticon leader covered his optics with a hand, growling deep in his vocalizer until finally he turned and stormed past Dead End and out of the room.
His roar could be heard throughout the entire ship. "SKYWARP!"
Skywarp's List
2. You were not designated after female characters from human video games. Stop introducing yourself to the new soldiers as such.
